I was recently walking along the National Mall in Washington, DC, when I saw a family leaving the Smithsonian Folklife Festival. As they passed a trash can, the mother tossed in her empty water bottle. Her son stopped in his tracks and his eyes grew wide. “But Mom! That’s recyclable! You can’t put that in more »
There’s something beautifully vulnerable in a hiking child, focused on the step ahead, marking the earth with small footprints. We took this picture last summer hiking part of the Quilotoa Loop, a spectacular trail in the Andean Mountains of Ecuador. See this post for more on our trip to Ecuador.
The Coca airport consists of one large room with a filthy concrete slab serving as baggage claim. Outside the airport (that would be about 30 feet away) was a scattering of rough-looking men waiting for passengers to exit. Insects buzzed in and out of the open doors while the two bored security guards rolled sweaty more »
On the one hand, the word eco-lodge conjures up visions of stylish earth-toned rooms made of recycled materials, blending in perfectly with its natural habitat. Not far to the other side lies a darker vision, of buggy, draughty buildings and compost toilets better left un-described. Right before we left on our trip, I’d heard from more »
As they’ve gotten older our boys have become increasingly suspicious of big cities. If we spend too much time in one, they become twitchy and agoraphobic. So lately, we’ve largely avoided metropolitan areas. But on our summer trip to Ecuador, we used Quito as a base between excursions and ended up spending four nights there, more »